I Remember Her

There’s a house, that’s not on a hill

And the paint’s chipping off

Of the old window sill

There’s a tree in the front yard

That’s older than me

And older than all of you

There’s a smell that the heat makes

It reminds me of Christmas

And birthdays in December

I remember her

I remember her

I remember her so well

I remember her

I remember her

I remember her so well

But things they fade

She would kiss my hand

She would kiss my head

Then she’d fall asleep with me

In my tiny bed

She would sing me lullabies

Gave me my hazel eyes

And then she’d call me beautiful

She made me beautiful

I remember her

I remember her

I remember her so well

I remember her

I remember her

I remember her so well

But things they fade

Things turn to grey

As much as I try to save them

They turn grey

Just like the house, that’s not on a hill

With all of the rust on the gate

The chips on the sill

But I love it still